Sunshine. My Only Sunshine.

A little boy feels lonely. He wonders what it would be like to find a little girl to befriend and love.

He sees a shape in the distance, and notices beautiful long hair dancing in the breeze, golden – having been caught by the sunlight. She’s coming towards him. Her frilly white dress swaying as she runs in his direction.

And, in a moment, she stands there. As if she had been there all along. It all felt normal. She belonged. Just as beautiful as he had imagined.

He finally, for the first time truly felt complete. Just having her around, even without having to exchange words – they were just meant to be friends.

For the rest of their lives, they enjoyed summer afternoons picnicking and being in their favourite place – where they met.

He always treated her like the princess she was.

He loved her for her imperfections, for he believed that that was what made her perfect. And that, that is the truest form of love.